I walk out the door 9 a.m.
bright sun in sky, bright snow on ground
air clear and wind cool
Beautiful grey cement, I have missed you for so many years
I move on that grey, whitened by the salt of yesterday's snow
knowing I would never walk on grey with her again
and I taste bittersweet on my heart
Content
with everything I have and everything I don't
I walk out the door 9 a.m.
the opening scene of a film
I, a mere character
striving to direct
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